Eleanor Grace
Stories, reflections, faith, and grit from Eleanor Grace—raw, real, and still growing.
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A Reputation Worth Exaggerating
If you had to switch lives with a fictional character for a week, who would you choose? By noon, I had already killed three bears, outrun six outlaws, rescued a stagecoach, and been personally thanked by the President. None of… Continue reading
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Convicted Without a Trial
Have you ever liked a villain more than the hero? Who and why? Monday has been cast as the villain for generations. Poor thing walks into the room and everybody groans. Monday has been accused of being manic, miserable, dreadful—the… Continue reading
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A Longer Kind of Story
I am the book. I have been reading myself for years. Some chapters I understood immediately. Others required glasses. Yet, I love every ridiculous edition and every badly written chapter. There are pages I have reread so many times that… Continue reading
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The Inconvenience of Advice
What’s the best advice you’d give to someone younger than you? Advice. A fascinating six-letter word. It masquerades as a gift, but quite often acts as a mirror for the person giving it. They hand you a hand-me-down map, forgetting… Continue reading
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The Pothole Stays
What’s one thing that would instantly improve your city? A palace. Nothing too extravagant. Apparently, I no longer believe ordinary municipal improvements are sufficient. Potholes, after a while, you simply get used to. Every city has them. A Queen must… Continue reading
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The Longest Three Hundred Feet in Texas
What’s the longest trip you’ve ever taken? The longest trip I have ever taken was not across an ocean. It did not require a passport or a suitcase. It was approximately three hundred feet. I left my house early one… Continue reading
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The Velvet Cage and an Empty Purse
What’s your best tip for budget travel? I have always preferred traveling in the off-season. Yes, it is less expensive, but that is hardly its greatest luxury. The crowds disappear. The streets become streets again. Tables sit empty beneath the… Continue reading
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The Woman Who Misplaced Her Cartoons
Who is your favorite cartoon character? Over fifty summers have bloomed and died before my eyes. I have watched the green leaves wither and fall to the ground, counting each sunrise and sunset as the relentless hand of Time marches… Continue reading
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Desire Has a Credit Limit
There was a time when I wanted everything. Unfortunately, this happened to coincide with the exact period of my life when I could afford almost nothing. I could walk through a store and find seventeen things I desperately thought I… Continue reading
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A Conversation I Carry
If your pet could talk, what would be the first thing it says? Mine speak in color. Every morning,I gather their sentences—little colored messages. A pale blue thoughtleft beneath a few feathers. And every so often,someone has something enormous to… Continue reading
